the spine of a circle.

whatever it means to you. for me, it's about not being able to recognize the trap you're caught in, even though you try to heal yourself.

let my blood 

pass

let my wrong 

right

subside

and curl in the flame 

this slow kind of change

flipping through

and skimming the surface

of all this tied together

everything

that has and will, 

is repeating 

and trying to 

find it’s way

back into the blind eye.

all the lights

lighting up

shows that detachment

of what is now

the exiting of the concerned.

stage entrance left 

a new kind of stalker

the kind that brings

a new meaning to the end

of the fleeting feeling.

a kind of kindness

that is lost in meaning

it’s the wrong word used

and you have failed your lesson.

Author's Note

ignore if punctuation is not correct.